Hurled into eternity

Tombstone lives up to its name.

I am walking among the dead. The epitaphs here at Boothill Graveyard in Tombstone, Arizona, testify to a distant world of blood and gunfire, a time when violence was unremarkable and human life held cheap. No tombstones here; only weathered wooden crosses and headboards, many of which simply bear a name, date and cause of death. The most common epitaphs…